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The pleasant clink clink clink, like rain falling on cold metal, of the dominos as they both fell and flew out of position in juxtaposition to the massacre of her efforts left Mitsuki feeling both distraught and delighted. But mostly regretful that today was clearly not meant to be the day that she played with dominos. She had misunderstood the lint.
Even more confusing, however, was Aiden's disheveled appearance. His tears felt rather unwarranted, it really was not such a dramatic thing that he had ruined her domino display so he ought not let the guilt bring him to tears (which was another layer of confusion itself), and he seemed to be talking even more oddly than usual. "Voices?" she repeated, her own lowering a bit as she began to piece together the tears. Yes, it could be alarming to hear them at first too...though she had not taken him to be the sort that could. Interesting. But then she hears it too and rather that freeze, she slowly got to her feet and allowed a few more dominos to join their brethren on the floor with a clink clink clink. "They are carving," she stated, her eyes aglow with fascination and her heart drumming. Her head snapped around as Aiden grabbed her arm and, briefly, she felt a pang of sympathy for his bear that had to endure such grips and embraces frequently. Her head turned, following his indication, and soon her strides followed - he would be coming with her, right? "Let us go see," she said while pinching a bit of salt from her pocket and sprinkling it over Aiden with an accompanying nod of the head. He would be okay now, yes.
With her Hufflepuff companion, friend, Mitsuki walked along the corridor and around the bend until they came upon a group of their peers. Daniel, another Hufflepuff who she knew somewhat and found rather pleasant from their brief interactions, another boy she did not know, and Milo. It was Milo who she moved to stand beside, still with Aiden because he was her friendly parasite for the occasion. She meant such thoughts in the most endearing of ways, for the record.
The pleasant clink clink clink, like rain falling on cold metal, of the dominos as they both fell and flew out of position in juxtaposition to the massacre of her efforts left Mitsuki feeling both distraught and delighted. But mostly regretful that today was clearly not meant to be the day that she played with dominos. She had misunderstood the lint.
Even more confusing, however, was Aiden's disheveled appearance. His tears felt rather unwarranted, it really was not such a dramatic thing that he had ruined her domino display so he ought not let the guilt bring him to tears (which was another layer of confusion itself), and he seemed to be talking even more oddly than usual. "Voices?" she repeated, her own lowering a bit as she began to piece together the tears. Yes, it could be alarming to hear them at first too...though she had not taken him to be the sort that could. Interesting. But then she hears it too and rather that freeze, she slowly got to her feet and allowed a few more dominos to join their brethren on the floor with a clink clink clink. "They are carving," she stated, her eyes aglow with fascination and her heart drumming. Her head snapped around as Aiden grabbed her arm and, briefly, she felt a pang of sympathy for his bear that had to endure such grips and embraces frequently. Her head turned, following his indication, and soon her strides followed - he would be coming with her, right? "Let us go see," she said while pinching a bit of salt from her pocket and sprinkling it over Aiden with an accompanying nod of the head. He would be okay now, yes.
"They want to play," she read aloud, her eyes igniting just a bit more from the thrilling invitation. "In the Spirit Room. Death's door is always open, it never closes," she noted thoughtfully, the words sounding cryptic though her tone was very pleasant. Curious, if anything. Was it an invitation to a Death Day Party? She was hopeful in receiving an invitation to one during her time at Hogwarts. "A door that never closes also never opens," she added thoughtfully. "A locked door." She paused to consider Aiden and his attachment. "We should not keep them waiting."
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